Date: 1800
"Steel were the heart / That could this passing spectacle survey, / Nor feel the touch of sympathy within."
preview | full record— Hurdis, James (1763-1801)
Date: 1800
"I'm dead to pity as to fear, / My heart is cas'd with steel"
preview | full record— Holman, Joseph George (1764-1817)
Date: 1800
"We're dead to pity as to fear, / Our hearts are cas'd with steel"
preview | full record— Holman, Joseph George (1764-1817)
Date: 1800
"To pity wake, though dead to fear, / Nor case your hearts with steel."
preview | full record— Holman, Joseph George (1764-1817)
Date: 1800
"[I]f miseries pressed on thy brain too great for reason to support, would tend thee in the cell of madness, and even there derive more ecstasy from one kind look given in the transient intervals of sense, than all the unruffled pleasures that the world without thee can afford"
preview | full record— Holman, Joseph George (1764-1817)
Date: 1800
"Still Hope, with magic mirror tries / My sinking heart to cheer, / And points where smiling prospects rise / Of many a circling year"
preview | full record— Cobb, James (1756-1818)
Date: 1800
"Julius! thou proof how mists of pride may blind / The eye of reason in the strongest mind!"
preview | full record— Hayley, William (1745-1820)
Date: 1800
"I'll have a score of painters set to work, and hang my portrait up in every chamber through which you pass, 'till the detested image of him whose presence taints the genial air shall be so everlastingly impress'd on your mind's eye, in darkness you shall see it; in solitude, in sleep, I still wi...
preview | full record— Cumberland, Richard (1732-1811); Maria Geisweiler (fl.1799); Kotzebue (1761-1819)
Date: 1800
"The great Mr. Locke, and several other ingenious philosophers, have represented the human intellect, antecedent to its intercourse with external objects, as a tabula rasa, or a substance capable of receiving any impressions, but upon which no original impressions of any kind are stamped."
preview | full record— Smellie, William (1740-1795)
Date: 1800
"Piece of the nether millstone is his heart / Who marks ill-pleas'd the frolic of the child, / Or views the rural festival unmov'd."
preview | full record— Hurdis, James (1763-1801)